by Bryan Singleton
Whilst most are born in a biological womb
I was born in a metal room
amidst the grinding of gears
'tis where I shed my first tears
My friends were lever, pulley and switch
and within our metallic niche
we were mechanically inclined
to get in all the trouble we could find
The older robots disciplined us sternly
as we jumped and bounced rather unconcernedly
past the circuits and under the reactor
we got away and erupted with laughter
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